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By Madd Ronald
for Streetgangs Magazine
IT HAS BEEN A HARD LIFE AND A ROUGH RIDE, THE WAR
WAGES ON IN THE STREETS OF LOS ANGELES. I
HAVE NOT BEEN IN THE MIDST OF THE DRAMA FOR A FEW MONTHS NOW BUT I STILL FEEL AS
IF BODIES ARE STILL FALLING AROUND ME. YOU CAN TAKE O/G/B MADD RONALD1 OUT OF
THE 20S BUT YOU CANT TAKE THE 20S OUT OF MADD RONALD1.
MY LIFE HAS BEEN THIS WAY SINCE AS FAR BACK AS I CAN REMEMBER. MY
ULTIMATE GOAL WITHIN MY QUEST AS A WRITER IS TO INSTILL PRIDE IN THOSE THAT COME
FROM THE SAME STREETS AS ME AS WELL AS THOSE THAT COME FROM THE STREETS JUST
LIKE ME AND TO PROVE THE FACT THAT WE ARE NOT THOSE THAT ARE HOPELESS. I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED WRITING THE INTERNET COMPOSITIONS
OF O/G MADD RONALD: BLOOD FOR LIFE ALONG WITH THE PIECE THAT I WROTE THAT
WILL BE FEATURED IN THE UPCOMING BOOK, THE BANDANA REPUBLIC. I HAVE
NOT A DOLLAR TO MY NAME AND I HAVE RELINQUISHED MY LIFE AS A DRUG DEALER IN THE
STREETS OF LOS ANGELES. IT IS HARD
BECAUSE I AM TRYING TO FIT INTO THE NORMAL SCHEME OF LIFE. NOW MY ENEMY HAS
BECOME POVERTY. WITHIN MY MIND I AM A LIBERATED PERSON BUT I ALWAYS THINK OF THE
HOOD AND HOW EASY A DOLLAR IS TO COME BY THERE. THEN I ALWAYS HAVE TO REMIND
MYSELF THAT, IN ORDER TO FLOURISH AND BECOME SUCCESSFUL WITHIN MY NEW LIFESTYLE
I MUST SACRIFICE. I AM NOT REALLY SACRIFICING TOO MUCH EXCEPT MY CHANCES OF
GOING TO JAIL OR GETTING KILLED IN THE STREETS OF THE 20S. LIFE IS THE MOST MYSTERIOUS THING IN THE WORLD, THE SAME YEAR
THAT I BEGAN MY WRITING FOR THE WORLDWIDE WEB MY LIFE ALONG WITH MY PERSPECTIVES
STARTED TO CHANGE. MY ROUGHEST STRUGGLE IN MY LIFE THESE DAYS HAS BEEN TRYING TO
SEEK EMPLOYMENT IN A NEW PLACE. I HAVE TO FIT INTO THE NORMALITY OF LIFE UNTIL
THE DAY THAT MY BOOK STARTS TO SELL, WHICH SEEMS LIKE AN ETERNITY. I HAVE SUCH A
DEVOUT TEAM ON MY SIDE THAT I AM SURE THAT MY BOOK WILL BE A BEST SELLER. THE
READERS ALWAYS TELL ME AND I WOULD LIKE TO THANK YOU ALL FOR EVERY BIT OF
SUPPORT, CONDOLENCES, AND RESPECT THAT YALL HAVE BEEN EXPRESSING TOWARD ME
WITHIN MY TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS IN 2003. EVEN THOUGH THE BOOK IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEING PUBLISHED, I
AM STILL DEDICATED TO THOSE THAT HAVE BEEN READING AND SUPPORTING ME THROUGH THE
INTERNET. THROUGHOUT THE PAST YEAR I HAVE HEARD FROM AN INFINITE AMOUNT OF
PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD AND I DO MY BEST TO ANSWER ALL OF THE E-MAILS AND
LETTERS THAT I HAVE BEEN RECEIVING. IF
YOU HAVE NOT RECEIVED A RESPONSE FROM ME, DONT TAKE IT AS A SIGN OF DISRESPECT
ON MY BEHALF. I HAVE BEEN IN TRANSITION WITHIN THE PAST MONTHS. I HAVE BEEN
DOING QUITE A BIT OF TRAVELING, SO THAT IS MY BAD FOR ALL OF THOSE LETTERS THAT
I HAVE NOT BEEN ANSWERING, BUT BELIEVE I READ EVERYONES LETTERS SO KEEP PUTTING
MAIL IN MY P.O. BOX AND I WILL EVENTUALLY GET AROUND TO ANSWERING THOSE LETTERS. I HAVE TO GIVE ALEJANDRO (ALBEE) A GREAT DEAL OF RESPECT FOR
POSTING MY WRITNG ON STREETGANGS.COM. I HAVE THE WORLD ON MY SIDE SO HOW WRONG
CAN I BE? I AM TRULY MOVED BY THOSE THAT FEEL MY WORDS AND UNDERSTAND THAT I DO
NOT GLORIFY THE LIFE OF A KILLER OR A CONVICT, I JUST TELL MY STORIES FROM MY
OWN POINT OF VIEW, BEING A BLOOD. I KNOW THAT I MUST HAVE A GREAT DEAL OF IMPACT
ON THE MINDS OF THE READERS BECAUSE I AM EVEN CONTACTED BY CRIPS THAT KNOW THE
LIFE AND FEEL EVERY WORD THAT I EXPRESS. I SHARE MY LIFE WITH THE WORLD AS IF MY THOUGHTS ARE ON
DISPLAY. SOME ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW WHAT GOES ON IN THE MINDS OF THE GANG
MEMBERS ALL AROUND THE WORLD, SO NOW YOU KNOW, WONDER NO MORE. I AM NO DIFFERENT
THAN ANY OF THE Y/GS OR O/GS IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD BECAUSE I HAVE PUT MY FOOT ON
EVERY STEP IN THIS LIFESTYLE WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT, I STILL MIGHT HAVE ONE FOOT
IN THE GRAVE AND THE OTHER IN THE PENITENTIARY. I HAVE PRACTICALLY THREE DECADES
ON THE SETT AND EVEN THOUGH I AM NOT IN THE HOOD AND I AM SEARCHING FOR MYSELF,
I AM STILL A MEMBER OF BLOODS ON A WORLD-WIDE LEVEL. HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR
BLOOD I WOULD BE NO ONE TO YOU AND HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR BLOOD, I WOULD NOT KNOW
HOW TO MAKE SOMETHING FROM NOTHING. THERE IS A LOT MORE THAN THE HUSTLE IN THE STREETS OF L.A. IN
MY HOOD, WHO YOU ARE DEFINES WHAT IT IS THAT YOU HAVE RIGHTS TO DO. I GUESS THAT
IS WHAT WE CALL LOVE. LET ME QUESTION LOVE FOR ONE MOMENT.
WHAT IS LOVE AND WHAT DOES IT TAKE IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE LOVE. SOME THINK LOVE IS SOMETHING YOU WILL HAVE WHEN YOU THINK YOU
HAVE MET THE RIGHT PERSON. IF THEY ARE MEANT FOR YOUR LIFE WILL PREDICT THE
FUTURE ITSELF WITH NO INTERUPTIONS. THERE
IS NO LOVE WHEN IT COMES TO MATERIAL THINGS. YOU CANT LOVE SOMETHING THAT CAN BE
TAKEN AWAY AS IF IT NEVER WAS YOURS. IN MY OPININION LOVE IS TAKING THE TIME TO
GET TO KNOW THOSE THAT WE GET INVOLVED WITH.
AN INVESTMENT OF TIME IS BASED ON LOVE, FOR ONCE WE HAVE INVESTED OUR
TIME, THE FRIENDSHIP WE HAVE DEVELOPED SHALL BE BASED ON LOVE.
THAT LOVE SHALL BE BASED ON OUR CONCERN FOR ONE ANOTHER AS THAT SAME LOVE
EVOLVES INTO A RELATIONSHIP. THAT IS SOMETHING THAT IS TRUE, BETWEEN LOVERS OR
HOMEBOYS THE POINT IS THAT LOVE IS A VERB NOT JUST A WORD. SOMETIMES WE FORGET
TO SAY THE WORD LOVE TO THOSE THAT REALLY MATER OR WE FORGET TO EXPRESS THOSE
FEELINGS, THEN WHEN WE REALIZE THAT WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN SAID SOMETIMES IT IS
TOO LATE. AS I HAVE SHARED MY LIFE WITH THE WORLD IN THE MONTHS THAT
HAVE PASSED EVERYONE KNOWS THAT MY FATHER JUST DIED IN THE LATTER PART OF 2003. I AM GLAD THAT I HAD THE CHANCE TO TELL HIM THAT I LOVED HIM.
LIFE ALWAYS SEEMS AS IF WE NEVER GET TO SAY ENOUGH BUT I KNOW THAT HE
KNEW THAT MUCH WHEN HE DIED. WHEN I
TALK WITH MY HOMIES FROM THE 20S I ALWAYS TELL THEM THAT I LOVE THEM, THEY ARE
MY BROTHERS BY THE BLOOD OF ROLLIN 20S NEIGHBORHOOD, NO MATTER WHERE I AM AT IN
THE WORLD OR WHAT I AM DOING. I
SHED TEARS FOR EVERY HOMIE FROM THE 20S IN TIMES OF GRIEF. LIFE IS THE
MOST PRECIOUS GIFT IN THE WORLD AND TIME IS THE MOST PRECIOUS GIFT IN LIFE, AS
LONG AS YOU HAVE YOUR HEALTH AND YOUR FREEDOM YOU HAVE THE TOOLS TO BUILD THE
LIFE THAT YOU DESEIRE. WHEN I WAS IN THE STATE PENITENTIARY WE USE TO SAY, IN ORDER
TO COME UP YOU JUST HAVE TO BE IN THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME, AND BEING
BEHIND ANYBODYS BARS IT IS NOT THE RIGHT PLACE OR TIME. I WISH TO ACHIEVE
GREATNESS BY BECOMING SUCCESSFUL AS A WRITER, THEN GOING BACK TO THE HOOD
SHOWING THOSE LIKE ME THAT ARE STUCK IN THE GAME THAT THERE IS AWAY OUT OF ALL
THE MADNESS AND CONFUSION AND TO NEVER STOP SEARCHING FOR PROSPERITY IN LIFE.
THE GHETTO IS JUST ANOTHER INSTITUTION, JUST THE SAME AS JAIL OR THE MILITARY.
YOU ARE STUCK THERE UNTIL YOUR SENTENCE OR TOUR IS OVER.
THE CONTROLLING ELEMENTS OF SURVIVAL ARE ISSUED BY THE GOVERNMENT WHETHER
THAT BE AMMUNITION, FOOD, OR EVEN DRUGS NOTHING IN WITHOUT THE GOVERNMENTS
APPROVAL. ISNT IT STRANGE, HOW EASY IT IS TO DIE IN EITHER OF THESE PLACES.
THOSE THAT CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN ABOUT THE GHETTO BEING AN INSTITUTION
IT IS NOT AN INSTITUTION OF INCARCERATION, MILITARY OR EDUCATION, IT IS THE
INSTITUTION OF POVERTY AND ALL THOSE THERE ARE LEFT TO BE DEPENDENT UPON THE
GOVERNMENT AND WHAT IS OFFERED OR HANDED OUT. SOME ARE WAITING ON WELFARE, GENERAL RELIEF (ASSISTANCE), OR
FOOD STAMPS. SOME ARE JUST WAITING FOR THE NEXT SHIPMENT OF DRUGS, THAT THE
GOVERNMENT TURNS THEIR BACKS AND ALLOW TO ENTER THESE BORDERS. IF THERE WAS A
BIG FENCE AROUND LOS ANGELES IT WOULD EQUAL NO MORE THAN AN OVERSIZED
PENITENTIARY. THAT IS WHY WHEN YOU ENTER THE CALIFORNIA PRISON SYSTEM MOST OF
THE INMATES ARE FROM LOS ANGELES WE WERE PRE- CONDITIONED ON THE STREET AND WE
ADAPT TO ALL CIRCUMSTANCES AS FAST AS THEY HAPPEN OR CHANGE. EVEN THE SCHOOLS IN
L.A. ARE LIKE PRISONS, I ALWAYS SAY, THE YARD IS THE YARD WHETHER THAT BE
SCHOOL, PLAYGROUND, OR PRISON YOU WILL BE TESTED AND YOU CANT BE NO PUNK. LIFE
IS ONE ROUGH RIDE WHEN YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS TO HAVE HAD AN EASY LIFE AND TO
FIGHT AND STRUGGLE IS ALL THAT YOU KNOW. THE MORE OF MY WRITINGS THAT YOU READ,
THE MORE YOU WILL REALIZE MY CONCERN FOR THOSE STILL IN THE STREETS SELLING
DRUGS, USING DRUGS, AND GANGBANGIN. I
COULD NEVER TURN MY BACK ON THEM BECAUSE I AM ONE OF THEM AND THEY ARE MY
PEOPLE. I AM A BLOOD AND I NEVER
PUT ANY KUT ON MY BELONGINGS OR TRY TO WATER DOWN MY AFFILLIATION.
I AM O/G/B MADD RONALD1 FROM WESTSIDE ROLLIN 20S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS. I
DONT STEREOTYPE MYSELF AS A GANG MEMBER, I AM A MEMBER OF THE URBAN SUB CULTURE
THAT HAS TAKEN THE WORLD BY STORM. IT IS THE URBAN SUB CULTURE THAT INFLUENCES
THE MAINSTREAM, EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE DOWN OR AT LEAST SAY THEY ARE.
GANGS ARE MERELY A SUB CULTURE WITHIN THEMSELVES, SO REMEMBER THAT THE
NEXT TIME YOU ARE QUESTIONED BY THE LAW ABOUT YOUR GANG AFFILLIATION IT IS
PRACTICALLY CRIMINAL TO BE A GANG MEMBER IN THIS AGE AND TIME. I AM WHO I AM, FROM WHERE I AM FROM, I STAND AT THE FOREFRONT
OF THE MOVEMENT SO I SHALL BE THE SPEARHEAD. THE CONSCIOUS BLOOD MOVEMENT
EVOLVES FROM WITHIN L.A.’S GANG CRISIS. MY MOVEMENT STANDS IN REPRESENTATION
OF THOSE BLOODS OF CONSCIOUS MINDS AND ARE NOT BLINDED BY THE IGNORANCE THAT
INFILTRATES OUR ENVIRONMENTS AND OUR MINDS ON A DAILY BASIS.
I MYSELF AM THE FOREFATHER OF BLOODISM, BUT THAT IS SOMETHING ELSE TO BE
DEVULGED AT ANOTHER TIME WITHIN MY WRITING. WE ARE NOT A GROUP OF TERRORIST OR
MASS MURDERERS BECAUSE WE ARE BLOODS. WE ARE SCHOLARS OF THE STREETLIFE THAT
UNDERSTAND THAT CHANGES HAVE TO BE MADE WITHIN OUR METHOD OF THOUGHT. WE ARE OF
LIBERATED MINDS, WE REP BLOOD WITH PRIDE AS THE INNOVATORS AND THINKERS OF THE
NEW MILLENIUM. WE ARE YOUR GHETTO MILITIA AND OUR WEAPON OF CHOICE IS KNOWLEDGE. OUR RIVAL ENEMY IS NOT THE CRIPS, BUT OUR NUMBER ONE ENEMY IS
OUR OWN IGNORANCE AND THE IGNORANCE THAT POISONS THE MINDS OF ALL THOSE JUST
LIKE US. WE ARE PUSHING FORWARD AND INFILTRATING THE MAINSTREAM ON A DAILY
BASIS. A CHANGE MUST COME IN THE WAY WE VIEW THE WORLD AS WELL AS ONE ANOTHER.
WE MUST VALUE LIFE FOR WHAT IT IS REALLY WORTH SO THAT WE MAY APPRECIATE ONE
ANOTHER’S LIVES JUST AS WELL AS OUR OWN. THE TRUE ENEMY IS NOT HAVING THE
KNOWLEDGE, WISDOM, UNDERSTANDING, AND TOLERANCE TO WORK OUT OUR CONFLICTS WITH
PEACEFUL RESOLUTION. I RECOGNIZE THE WAYS OF THE WORLD AND THE PLIGHT OF
HUMANITY. I COME STRAIGHT FROM THE TRENCHES OF THE WESTSIDE 20S OF L.A. I REP MY
SETT WITH BOTH HANDS IN THE AIR THROWIN UP WITH THE B AND A RED FLAG TIED ON MY
HEAD. I AM NOT SCARED TO SPEAK MY MIND. HOW
LONG WILL IT BE BEFORE ANOTHER RESPECTED O/G COMES ALONG TO SPEAK OUT AND IS
WILLING TO DO WHAT IS NECESSARY TO LEAD THE MASSES TO A FREE STATE OF MIND? WHO
ELSE IS WILLING TO LIBERATE THE MINDS OF THOSE THAT ARE NOT KNOWING AND
CONTINUALLY LIVE IN A PRISON OF IGNORANCE WITHIN THEM SELVES? THE MESSAGES THAT I DELIVER TO YOU MAY NOT EVEN BE MY OWN,
THEY COULD POSSIBLY BE REVELATIONS DELIVERED TO ME, IN ORDER TO LIBERATE THE
MINDS THAT ARE STILL BOUND BY THE SHACKLES OF INJUSTICE AND IGNORANCE. IF IT IS
I THAT HAS BEEN CHOSEN TO SPEAK THEN IT MUST BE I THAT HAS BEEN CHOSEN TO
DELIVER THE KEY TO THE KNOWLEDGE THAT WILL UNLOCK THE CHAINS AND FREE THE MINDS
OF YOU ALL. MY MISSION ON EARTH COULD POSSIBLY BE TO TEACH CONSCIOUSNESS TO BOTH
BLOODS AND CRIPS IN ORDER TO DEVELOP RESPECT. I AM NOT A BIG MAN PHYSICALLY, I
AM ONLY 5’8” IN HEIGHT AND WEIGHING IN AT 160 POUNDS. BUT MENTALLY AND
PSYCHOLOGICALLY I STAND AT INFINITE HEIGHTS WITHIN THE MINDS OF THOSE THAT
COMPREHEND MY METAPHORS. FOR ALL THAT I DONT HAVE IN PHYSICAL STATURE I MAKE UP
FOR WITH MY DEVOTION AND DEDICATION TO FIGHT FOR CHANGE WITHIN THE CIRCUMSTANCES
OF LIFE THAT COMMONLY PLAGUE US AS A PEOPLE. WITHIN THESE DRASTIC
CIRCUMSTANCES THAT WE ARE TORN DOWN BY, KNOWLEDGE IS THE MOST POWERFUL WEAPON
THAT IS AVAILABLE TO US. I WAS ONCE TOLD BY ONE OF MY COLLEGE PROFESSORS, THOSE
THAT KNOW GET PAID FOR KNOWING, THOSE THAT DONT KNOW, PAY TO KNOW. IT IS
TIME FOR CIVILITY AMONG GANG MEMBERS. IT IS TIME FOR RESOLUTION AMONG GANG
MEMBERS. IT IS NOW TIME FOR PEACE AMONG ALL GANGS ON A WORLDWIDE LEVEL.THERE IS
NO WAY ALL OF THIS WILL EVER TAKE PLACE AT ONE TIME. NOW THAT YOU HAVE READ IT
IN THE WORDS OF O/G/B MADD RONALD, IT WILL NOW ETERNALLY BE IMPLANTED IN THE
SUBCONSCIOUS MINDS OF YOU ALL, SO LET US CONSIDER THAT FOOD FOR THOUGHT. I
STAND AMONG MY OWN PEERS, AS A MEMBER OF A GROUP OF WRITERS STRAIGHT OUT OF THE
STRAIGHT OUT OF THE STREETS OF THE WEST ADAMS. THEY ARE ACCREDITED JUST AS WELL
AS MEMBERS OF THE ROLLIN 20S NHBLOODS. RATT, FRECKLES, AND KREOLE ARE ALL
RAPPERS WORKING ON INDIVIDUAL PROJECTS THAT WRITE THEIR OWN RAPP LYRICS. DE-
ROCK IS AN UP AND COMING STAND UP COMEDIAN THAT WRITES HIS OWN JOKES, MATERIAL
AND ROUTINES, AND LOKO IS WRITING HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY FROM BEHIND THE WALLS OF
FOLSOM STATE PRISON. THESE ARE JUST AMONG A FEW OF THE TALENTS, I AM EXPOSED TO,
WHEN I DWELL DEEP IN THE TRENCHES OF THE WESTSIDE ROLLIN 20S. THE WORLD IS IN A
STATE OF TURMOIL. THE SOCIAL SYSTEM THAT EXIST IS OF A FAILING STRUCTURE THAT IS
CRUMBLING, THERE IS NO HOPE IN SIGHT. THE WORLDS ECONOMY IS DETERMINED BY THE
WORLDS POVERTY. THE RICH ARE GETTING RICHER AND THE POORER ARE GETTING POORER.
THERE IS NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE AS THERE WAS NO HOPE FOR THE PAST. MY PAST WAS A
TROUBLED ONE, I HAVE BEEN SUBJECTED TO SELLING CRACK AND GANGBANGIN IN ORDER TO
SURVIVE. I FEEL AS IF I AM RUNNING FROM MY PAST BUT I AM RUNNING AND NOT GOING
ANYWHERE. I HAVE SWORN TO NEVER SELL DRUGS AGAIN, BUT I HOPE TO NEVER BE
SUBJECTED TO THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF MY PAST EVER AGAIN. MY HEART AND SOUL ARE
STILL FRAGMENTED FROM THE LOSING OF MY FATHER IN THE PAST MONTHS. I FEEL
AS IF I AM DRIFTING AWAY EVEN THOUGH I REMAIN TO BE MOTIONLESS. LIFE WILL
NEVER BE THE SAME FOR ME AND I AM STILL COMING TO TERMS WITH THAT FACT. I
STILL SEE HIS FACE AND I STILL HEAR HIS VOICE EVEN THOUGH I NEVER WILL AGAIN. I
WALKED OUT OF THE GAME BACK IN SEPTEMBER OF 2003, ALONG WITH MY FATHER. I LEFT
LOS ANGELES EN ROUTE TO DESTINATION UNKNOWN. I HAVE FULFILLED MY MISSION OF
COMPLETION OF MY FIRST BOOK, NOW I AM AWAITING THE DATE THAT IT WILL DROP. I HAD
TO GET AWAY FROM THE EVERYDAY MADNESS THAT I WAS INVOLVED IN. I TAKE IT ALL TO
BE FOR THE BEST. EVERYONE MUST REALIZE, IT IS HARD TO WRITE A BOOK WITH AN INK
PEN IN ONE HAND AND A GUN IN THE OTHER. HOW COULD I EVER FOCUS ON WHAT IT IS
THAT I AM WRITING, AS I SIT AT THE COMPUTER TYPING, WITH ONE EYE ON THE MONITOR
AND THE OTHER LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER? I HAVE FOUND SOMEWHERE ON THE FACE OF
THE EARTH WHERE WHAT COLOR I WEAR OR WHETHER I AM A BLOOD. MY LIFE IS UNSETTLED
AND UP IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW. I AM IN SEARCH OF MYSELF WITH NO CLUES OF WHERE I
SHALL LOOK SO I KNOW NOT WHERE I SHALL BE FOUND. IT IS NOW MY TIME, TIME
FOR ME TO DISCOVER MY OWN SELF AND WHATEVER IT IS THAT IS BEST FOR ME. IT IS
TRUE A JOB AINT NOTHININ BUT WORK. I NOW AWAKEN IN THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING
AS I HEAD OUT IN SEARCH OF WORK. WHEN I FINALLY FIND WORK AT THE LABOR AGENCY
THAT I AM WORKING FOR I AM STANDING VERTICALLY ON THE SIDE OF ONE OF THE BIGGEST
STEEPEST HILLS ON CAMP PENDLETONS MARINE BASE WITH A SHOVEL OR A HOE IN MY
HANDS. I AM DIGGING TRENCHES AND I AM ASSISTING IN EROSION CONTROL OR
LANDSCAPING. IT IS A LONG WAY FROM THE GAME OF LIFE THAT I WAS INVOLVED IN JUST
A FEW MONTHS AGO BUT IT PAYS. IF I DONT WORK, I DONT EAT. IT DONT PAY MUCH BUT
IT IS HONEST AND I FEEL GOOD ABOUT MYSELF AT THE END OF THE DAY. AS A DRUG
DEALER I ALWAYS HAD TO ASK MYSELF, AM I HEALING THE PEOPLE BY PACIFYING THEM
WITH CRACK COCAINE OR AM I KILLING THEM, BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT THE CRACK EPIDEMIC
HAS DONE TO SO MANY OF OUR BLACK PEOPLE, SINCE ITS INTRODUCTION. I HAVE TRULY
ASSUMED THE POSITION OF THE CONSCIOUS BLOOD. I MUST REMAIN CONSCIOUS AND
FOCUSED, EVEN THOUGH I AM STILL FIGHTING FOR MY OWN EXISTENCE. SOMEDAY I
WILL RETURN TO L.A. AFTER ALL THAT IS WHERE MY CHILDREN ARE. I THINK OF THEM
EVERYDAY, I MISS THEM EVEN MORE FROM DAY TO DAY. I TALK TO MY KIDS ON A REGULAR
BASIS THEY SAY TO ME, DADDY I LOVE YOU, I MISS YOU, AND WHEN ARE YOU COMING
BACK? I OFTEN REPLY, I LOVE YOU TO, BUT I DONT KNOW WHEN I WILL BE COMING BACK.
I WRITE WITH TEARS IN MY EYES BECAUSE MY MANY THOUGHTS ARE SO VERY UNSETTLING
WITHIN MY OWN MIND. AT THIS VERY MOMENT MINNIE RIPPERTON SETS THE BACKGROUND AS
REPEATS THE WORDS, BACK DOWN MEMORY LANE, OVER AND OVER IN MY EARS. MY SEEDS
KNOW THAT THEY HAVE ME BUT I FEEL THAT I HAVE NO ONE. MY HOMIES BACK IN THE 20S
ARE CONSTANTLY CHECKING UP ON ME THEY CONSTANTLY HIT ME ON THE CELL PHONE ON A
DAILY BASIS JUST TO STAY IN TOUCH AND MAKE SURE THAT I AM ALRIGHT. I MISS MY
LIFE OF GANGSTERISM. I MISS BEING AMONG THE 20S AS WHOMEVER I CHOSE TO BE .I
MISS ROLLIN THROUGH THE 20S WITH THE 323 AREA CODE ON MY RIGHT HIP AND 213 ON MY
LEFT HIP. THE 20S IS A BIG PLACE THAT I SAW IT NECESSARY TO NEED 2 AREA CODES
FOR COMMUNICATION PURPOSES. I MISS ROLLIN IN MY STOCK CHEVY MAILBU CLASSIC WITH
THE BEAT BUMPIN. EVERY MORNING THAT I WALK TO WORK I RECOLLECT THE FACT THAT I
COULD MAKE THE MONEY THAT I AM BEING PAID FOR 8 HOURS OF BACK BREAKING LABOR IN
20 MINUTES BACK IN THE HOOD WITHOUT EVER BREAKING A SWEAT. MY HEART BEATS LIKE A
HOLLOW DRUM WHENEVER I SPEAK TO MY HOMIES FROM THE 20S. I GET CALLS FROM THE
INTERSECTION OF NORMANDIE AVENUE AND ADAMS BOULEVARD TELLING ME HOW THE HOOD
JUST AINT THE SAME WITHOUT ME. THEY ALWAYS ASK, WHEN AM I COMING BACK HOME TO
THE 20S, WHEN I SAY THAT I AM NOT, THERE IS ALWAYS A LONG DELAYED SILENCE AS MY
ANSWER IS ABSORBED INTO THE CONVERSATION. I LOVE MY NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN 20S
BECAUSE THEY ALWAYS WISH ME THE BEST. EVERYONE KNOWS THAT I HAD TO ENDURE GREAT
DEVASTATION TO GIVE UP MY LIFE IN THE HOOD. I TALK TO GOD ON A DAILY BASIS. DONT
THINK THAT I HAVE SUDDENLY DISCOVERED ANY NEWFOUND RELIGIONS OR HAVE GIVEN MY
LIFE TO THE GOD OF THE CHRISTIANS, MUSLIMS, JEWS, OR ANY OTHER DENOMINATION OF
ORGANIZED RELIGION. GOD TO ME SHALL REMAIN A NAMELESS AND INFINITE BEING, THE
GIVER AND TAKER OF LIFE. NOT HE NOR SHE BECAUSE TO DETERMINE THE SEX OF GOD
WOULD NOT BE INFINITE, IT WOULD BE DEFINITE. I KNOW MY FATHER FELT A GREAT DEAL
OF PAIN IN HIS LAST DAYS ON EARTH, I HOPE HE NO LONGER FEELS THE PAIN IN DEATH
THAT HE HAD TO ENDURE IN LIFE. I AM TRAPPED IN MY OWN NIGHTMARE, THE L.AP.D. IS AT MY FRONT
DOOR, THE FEDS JUST KNOCKED DOWN MY BACK DOOR WITH THE BATTER RAM, I RUN FOR
TOILET ALL I WILL NEED IS ONE FLUSH TO GET RID OF THE DRUGS. GUNFIRE ERUPTS
COURT IS HELD IN THE STREET, I SUDDENLY AWAKEN. YOU CAN TAKE MADD RONALD OUT OF
THE 20S, BUT YOULL NEVER TAKE THE 20S OUT OF MADD RONALD. I AM IN THE SAFETY OF
WHAT GANG MEMBERS WOULD CALL NO-MANS LAND. I HAVE CHECKED TO SEE HOW MY RATINGS
ARE ON STREETGANGS.COM AND I SEE THAT I AM LOSING POPULARITY AMONG THE MASSES.
IT DONT MATTER I HAVE A MISSION TO FULFILL SO LIKE IT OR NOT I SHALL REMAIN TO
WRITE AS LONG AS THERE IS A DEMAND BY ALL OF THOSE THAT BE HOLLERIN AND SHOWING
LOVE THROUGH E-MAIL AND INSTANT MESSENGER. MUCH LOVE TO YOU ALL. GOT HATERS? I
DO. I TREAT HATERS LIKE HURDLES IN THE RACE OF LIFE, I JUST LEAP RIGHT OVER THEM
AND CONTINUE MY STRIDE, BECAUSE I CANT BE STOPPED. I AM THE ONE WHO HAD
SAID, HATERS MUST EXIST, SO FUCKEM. HATE ME BROKE, BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING
TO SWEAR WE KOOL WHEN THE BOOK DROPS AND GETS THE EXTAORDINARY REVIEWS THAT IT
IS SURE TO GET. THE WORLD HAS YET TO FEELTHE FULL IMPACT OF MY PHILOSOPHICAL,
OUT OF THE BOX POINT OF VIEWS. ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU CANT CRITICIZE WHAT YOU HAVE
NEVER READ. KEEPIN IT REAL, I CANT HATE ON THE HATERS, THEY ARE THE ONES THAT
HELP PUSH ME OVER THE TOP. I LOVE THEM ALSO. IT DONT MATTER, YOU CANT STOP WHAT
IS MEANT TO BE, SO I SHALL CONTINUE TO MOVE FORWARD WITHOUT LOSING ANY STRIDE AS
I PUSH TO MAKE THINGS HAPPEN. WHO’S IS BETTER THAN I, AT DELIVERING TO YOU
TRUE REVELATIONS FROM THE STREETS OF LOS ANGELES? FOR THOSE THAT WILL NEVER GET
ANY CLOSER TO THE STREETS THAN WHAT THEY READ,WHICH IS WRITTEN BY MADD RONALD
AND FOR THOSE THAT HAVE NEVER BEEN ANY CLOSER TO A DRIVE-BY SHOOTING THAN THE
LYRICS OF LIFE THAT THEY HAVE READ IN MY PAST COMPOSITIONS, MUCH LOVE TO YOU
ALSO FOR YOUR LOVE AND RESPECT. TO ALL THOSE THAT HAVE BEEN ENQUIRING ABOUT WHEN
THE BOOK, THE INTERNET COMPOSITIONS OF O/G MADD RONALD: BLOOD FOR LIFE,
WILL BE COMING OUT SOON. IT
IS IN THE WORKS SO BE LOOKING FOR IT. I WILL ALSO BE FEATURED IN ANOTHER BOOK IN
2004 CALLED, THE BANDANA REPUBLIC, SO BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR MY
COMPOSITION IN THAT BOOK ENTITLED, THE ALPHA, OMEGA, AND THE ARMAGEDON. SOME HAVE HEARD ME SAY THIS BEFORE IN ANOTHER OF MY
COMPOSITIONS; SOMETIMES IT’S HARD TO SMILE WHEN YOU ARE IN SEARCH OF
HAPPINESS. IT IS NEVER ANYWHERE
THAT YOU ARE SEARCHING AND NOTHING IN LIFE IS GOOD. GOOD IS JUST A SUITABLE
PREFERENCE THAT IS CONVENIENT FOR YOUR PERSONALIZED PLEASURE AT THE PRESENT
MOMENT. I OBSERVE THE SETTING SUN AS IT SUBMERGES INTO THE WESTERN SKY. I HEAR
THE WAVES OF THE WORLD CRASHING DOWN ON THE B SHORE OF LIFE. WE SHALL BURY ALL
OF OUR PROBLEMS IN THE SAND, SO THAT THEY MAY SIMPLY BE WASHED AWAY AS THE TIDE
ROLLS BACK OUT INTO THE OCEAN. WATCHING THE WAVES LIKE THIS MAKES ME SUDDENLY
HOODSICK FOR WEST ADAMS BOULEVARD. MY MIND STARTS TO DRIFT TOWARD WATCHING THE
HEAVY TRAFFIC BUILD UP ON ADAMS BOULEVARD FROM DAY TO DAY WHILE I WATCHED THE
TRAFFIC CONSTANTLY PASS ME BY, AS I WOULD CONSTANTLY THINK TO MYSELF THE WORLD
IS IN SUCH A RUSH TO GO NOWHERE FAST. AS A CHILD MY FATHER SHELTERED, PROTECTED, AND PROVIDED FOR
MY EVERY NEED. I CONSTANTLY RELIVE THOSE DAYS AND SOMETIMES I AWAKEN FROM MY
DREAMS IN TEARS WHEN I DREAM ABOUT HIM. I AWAKEN AND REALIZE, I AM TRULY A
SELFISH INDIVIDUAL. I HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE TIME THAT WE HAD TOGETHER AND HIS
DAYS ON THIS EARTH. NOW I KNOW, HE IS FREE OF THE PAIN SUFFERING AND PROBLEMS
THAT PLAGUE US AS MORTAL HUMAN BEINGS AS WE ROAM THE SURFACE OF THE EARTH. HE
HAS BEEN RELEASED FROM THE TORMENT OF THIS HELL THAT WE HAVE BEEN CAST INTO
WITHIN OUR MORTAL LIVES. EVEN THOUGH HE HAS PASSED ON AND I HAVE MOVED ON, THERE
ARE STILL THOSE THAT ARE SUFFEREING, CRYING, AND DYING WHERE WE COME FROM. I
FEEL PAIN AT ITS GREATEST EXTENT, BUT THERE IS SOMEONE FEELING WORSE THAN ME.
EVEN THOUGH MY HEART IS BROKEN I KNOW SOME PEOPLES HEARTS ARE
DIMINISHED.
I RECALL ONCE HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH ONE OF MY DOGS, FROM
THE CITY, BLACK-P-STONE NATION THAT I HAD GROWN UP GANG BANGIN WITH. HE HAD TOLD
ME HOW HE HAD TO TAKE A GUN FROM HIS YOUNG SON, WHO WAS NOW A TEENAGER AND MAY
HAVE BEEN BANGIN THE SAME SETT AS HIS DAD. HE WAS SPEAKING IN A MANNER THAT HAD
REMINDED ME SO MUCH OF HIM WHEN HE WAS YOUNG. WHEN HE FINISHED TELLING ME THE
STORY, HE SAID THAT THE WHOLE INCIDENT HAD BROUGHT TEARS TO HIS EYES. IT IS
FUNNY HOW OUR PAST COMES BACK TO HAUNT US IN SO MANY WAYS. THE CONDITIONS OF THE WORLD STILL EXIST NO MATTER WHAT IS
GOING ON WITHIN ME, OR AROUND ME. I HAVE BEEN ON HIATUS SINCE THE LOSS OF MY
FATHER. I HAVE TRAVELED FAR OUTSIDE
OF LOS ANGELES, I HAVE VENTURED DEEP INTO OTHER REALMS OF ACTIVISM.
I HAVE LEARNED OF CAUSES BEYOND ANDSIMILAR TO THOSE THAT I WAS FACED WITH
BACK IN THE HOOD. I LEARNED OF SYCAMORE, MAPLE, CEDAR, PINE AND FIR JUST TO
NAME A FEW. I HAVE BEEN IN THE LAND OF ECO-WARRIORS, TREE SITTERS AND
ENVIROMENTAL ACTIVIST. I WAS
IMPRESSED BY THE NOBILITY OF CAUSES LIKE, FOOD NOT BOMBS. LET US NOW CONSIDER
THE LIFE OF A TREE. THOSE OF US WHOM HAVE GROWN UP IN L.A. AMONG ASHFALT AND
CONCRETE HAVE NO IDEA HOW PRECIOUS THE LIFE OF A TREE REALLY IS. IT IS REALLY
SOMETHING STRANGE TO SEE A HUMAN BEING THAT IS PRACTICALLY PREPARED TO SACRFICE
THEIR OWN LIFE IN ORDER TO NOT SEE THESE GREAT MONUMENTAL TREES BE SACRFICED TO
THE LUMBER INDUSTRY. THE WORLD IS A PLACE OF MANY DIFFERENT CAUSES. TAKING THE
TIME TO FEED PEOPLE THAT ARE HUNGRY IS ANOTHER CAUSE THAT HAD TRULY CAPTIVATED
MY HEART. I COULD NOT HELP THINKING ABOUT THE THOUSANDS OF HOMELESS OF L.A. AND
HOW SO LITTLE IS BEING DONE TO ASSIST THOSE THAT ARE HUNGRY RIGHT BACK IN THE
STREETS THAT I COME FROM. MY MIND STILL WANDERS AND MY HEART WANDERS EVEN
FARTHER. IT IS TIME FOR ME TO TRAVEL ONCE AGAIN SO MY MIND IS ONCE AGAIN
PROPELLED INTO MOTION. I FIND MYSELF STANDING ON A WARM BEACH IN SOUTHERN
CALIFORNIA ON A WARM NIGHT. SO DIFFERENT IT IS HERE COMPARED TO THE FREEZING
TEMPERATURES THAT I WAS LIVING IN DURING THE WEEK BEFORE. I HAVE LEARNED OF THE
QUINALT AND OTHER NATIVE TRIBES OF THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST. FOR ALL THAT I HAVE
LEARNED, I AM STILL HOODSICK FOR THE WESTSIDE NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN 20S. I MUST
RETURN BECAUSE THE 20S ARE ALL THAT I KNOW. I STILL LOOK OVER MY SHOULDER AND
WATCH MY BACK EVEN THOUGH THERE ARE NO OTHER GANG MEMBERS TO BE AWARE OF BESIDE
MYSELF. I AM STILL SUBDUED WITHIN MY OWN PARANOIA. I WAS WON A SOUTHERN
CALIFORNIA BEACH OUTSIDE OF L.A. COUNTY AND HEARD SOMEONE USE THE C WORD. I
LOOKED TO SEE WHO IT WAS AND SAW A YOUNG WANNA-BE WITH A BLUE RAG TIED ON HIS
HEAD CALLING SOME OTHER YOUNG KID CUZ. AT FIRST I THOUGHT HE WAS TRIPPIN OFF OF
MY BURGUNDY SHOE LACES IN MY LUGZ TENNIS SHOES THEN I REALIZED THESE ARE KIDS
WHO MIGHT BE LISTENING TO TOO MUCH RAPP MUSIC OR SMOKING TOO MUCH WEED.
THE LAST THING IN THIS WORLD THAT THEY WOULD BE WANTING IS TO CLASH WITH MADD
RONALD FROM N/H/B ROLLIN 20S. THEY DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO ENGAGE AND FURTHERMORE
THEY LOOKED TO BE AS YOUNG AS MY TEENAGE SON. THE DIMENSIONS OF LIFE ARE SO STRANGE FROM FACET TO FACET.
HAD I BEEN IN THE SAME POSITION IN L.A. AND SAW 2 YOUNG CRIPS MY DEFENSE
MECHANISM WOULD HAVE BEEN ACTIVATED.THERE IS A GREATER PROBABILITY THAT 2 YOUNG
CRIPS IN L.A. WOULD HAVE BEEN OUT FOR STRIPES. TODAY IS DECEMBER 3, AND MY CELL
PHONE IS RINGING, I ANSWER IT TO FIND OUT THAT MY HOMEBOY EVIL HAS BEEN RELEASED
FROM THE PAIN AND HARDSHIP OF THIS LIFE VIA A BULLET FROM A RIVAL GANG MEMBER.
EVIL WAS A YOUNG MAN WITH GREAT POTENTIAL, HE WAS A FATHER AND A REAL HOMIE I AM
GOING TO MISS. I OFTEN WONDER AM I MISSING ANYTHING SINCE I HAVE LEFT THE HOOD?
IT IS ALL SO STRANGE TO ME BECAUSE I AM STANDING ON THE OUTSIDE AND IT STILL
FEELS LIKE BODIES ARE STILL FALLING ALL AROUND ME. THE WORLD IS STILL SPINNING
AT AN UNBELIEVABLE SPEED, THERE IS NO GRAVITY AND NO CENTRIFUGAL FORCES, SO I AM
LIABLE TO GO FLYING OVER THE EDGE OR LOSE MY HEAD AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT. THE WORLD IS ONE BIG AMUSEMENT PARK AND THE RIDE IS
CONSTANTLY GOING UP AND DOWN, ROUND AND ROUND, SOME FAST, SOME SLOW, JUST THE
SAME AS LIFE. LET US NOT THINK OF EVIL AS ANOTHER SENSELESS VICTIM OF GANG
VIOLENCE IN THE STREETS OF L.A. I SHALL SAY, EVIL HAS BEEN TO HIS HIGHEST
HEIGHTS, HIS LOWEST OF LOWS, LIVED AS FAST AS HE POSSIBLY COULD, AND SLOWER THAN
SLOW. THIS IS WHERE THE RIDE ENDS AND HE PASSES THROUGH TO THE NEXT LIFE. IT HAS
BEEN A GOOD LIFE AND A BETTER RIDE. DOVE LOVE EVIL, MAY YOU FOREVER B IN PEACE.
I HAVE AWAKENED THE FOLLOWING MORNING TO THE REALIZATON OF ANOTHER OF MY
FRIEND’S LIFE HAVE BEEN SACRIFICED TO THE STREETS. I WALK DOWN THE STREET WITH
NO FEAR OF THE DANGERS THAT WE ALL MUST BE AWARE OF WHEN WE WALK ON GANG RELATED
TURF LIKE THE 20S. I DO KNOW THE FEELING FELT DEEP WITHIN MY GUT AS MY STOMACH
TURNS AS I FEEL NAUSIATED AT THE THOUGHT OF LOSING ANOTHER LIFE OR LOSING MY OWN
LIFE. MY TOUGHEST BATTLE WITHIN THE PAST FEW MONTHS HAS BEEN
NORMALITY, FITTING INTO A NORMAL PATTERN OF LIFE. IT IS HARD ENOUGH MAKING MY
MONEY WITHOUT SELLING CRACK COCAINE, OR HUSTLING ALONG THE MANY GUIDELINES THAT
I HAVE BEEN GROOMED FOR. I HAVE BEEN TO COUNTLESS FUNERALS, LOST 6 HOMEBOYS, AND
MY FATHER THIS YEAR. I HAVE WALKED OFF THE SETT WITH MY LIFE AND THAT IS
SOMETHING THAT I AM THANKFUL FOR. ANYONE THAT TAKES MY EXIT AS WEAKNESS BETTER
CHECK MY PEDIGREE AND TRY TO LIVE UP TO MY RECORD IN THE STREETS. I AM A LIVING
LEGEND AND WILL BE AS LONG AS I AM ALIVE. MY LEGEND WON’T DIE UNTIL THE DAY
THAT I DIE. I NOW CAPTURE MY LIFE WITH AN INK PEN AS THE DAYS GO BY. I VISITED
THE HOOD AFTER I ATTENEDED EVILS FUNERAL. ONCE
AGAIN I WAS SURROUNDED BY MY BELOVED. IT REALLY FEELS STRANGE TO BE AMONG THE
NEIGHBORHOOD ROLLIN 20S AFTER NOT BEING AMONG THEM FOR SO MANY MONTHS. THE LOVE
IS STILL THERE. THEY COULD NEVER
FORGET O/G MADD RONALD. I HAD THE OPURTUNITY TO ONCE AGAIN HANG OUT AND SHOOT
THE SHIT WITH MY DOGS JAYBIRD, KRAZY KARL, MONSTER, QUICK, AND KREOLE JUST TO
NAME A FEW. I WAS GREETED BY HOMEGIRLS LIKE SAGE, HEEBOE, MAXINE, LADY NSANE,
BIG GRITTS, LIL GRITTS, AND LIL BIT. LIL BIT HAD TOLD ME HOW SHE WAS IMPRESSED
BY WHAT I HAD WRITTEN ABOUT ISEMAN A FEW MONTHS BACK. LIFE IS SUCH A TRIP WHEN
YOU ARE STANDING ON THE OUTSIDE THEN YOU SUDDENLY JUMP BACK IN FOR THE MOMENT. I CAME TO THE GREAT REALIZATION THAT NOTHING EVER CHANGES.
THOSE THAT WERE DOING BAD ARE STILL DOING BAD AND THOSE THAT ARE NOT ARE DOING
WORSE. EVIL IS NO LONGER AMONG US AND HE WAS TRULY A HOMIE AND HE IS GOING TO BE
MISSED. I CLOSE THIS COMPOSITION IN SADDNESS, AS I SHED TEARS FOR EVIL. I LOVE
YOU BLOOD. TO MY READERS AND SUPPORTERS MUCH LOVE AND STAY SAFE. NO MATTER HOW
BAD IT SEEMS, PROBLEMS ARE MEANT TO BE WORKED OUT AND THE COURSE OF LIFE SHALL
GRANT US PLENTY OF TIME TO WORK THEM OUT. I AM FACING THE RED SUN AS IT SETS. NORTH
BE TO MY RIGHT AND SOUTH BE TO MY LEFT, AS EAST BE TO MY BACK AND I AM FACING
WEST. I SHALL ALLOW THIS COMPOSITION TO SOFTLY FADE OUT AS IF IT WERE THE RED
SETTING SUN IN THE WEST. MUCH LOVE TO YOU ALL. 20 MINUTES!
A MOMENT OF PHILOSOPHY: WE
ARE ALL GRANTED THE GIFT OF A DAY IN ORDER TO WORK OUT ALL OF OUR PROBLEMS, FOR
THOSE THAT NEED MORE TIME YOUR GIFT SHALL BE ANOTHER 24 HOURS AS SOON AS THE SUN
RISES THE FOLLOWING
MORNING.
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January 15, 2004
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